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LNELIAW - Case 228: Grazing the forbidden. (R-18)
🕑 Added 2024-05-01 13:56:58 +0000 UTC...No. It's not the time yet.
Silently, I put away my beloved Desert Eagle and take out the Hecate instead. This long boy is still as beautiful as ever.
By the time I finish cleaning the Hecate, the sky has turned dark. Looking at my family, who's still fast asleep, I let out a sigh and go to the kitchen. For the longest time, I've been wanting to make a certain dish but never had the chance—super spicy curry.
I know.
Just because I'm a masochist, that doesn't mean the people around me are. I might love having my body tortured, but Emy and my daughters certainly don't deserve that, do they?
Still, I want to see their reactions!
I've been too long without anybody to troll, and I am itching for it. Normally, I would poke at Liana, for example, and then get my ass beaten—literally—or if I feel devious, I might prank Anna to see her cute reactions. But Emy?
Who would dare to do that?!
Emy is such a calm and peaceful person that I ultimately wasn't able to lay my hand on her. I feel like I would jump down a river if she turned sad from my prank. Even if we're soulmates, I won't do what I shouldn't do.
There's an approach for each person. This is how managing a harem is.
For now, though, I feel like this is an appropriate prank to lighten the mood a little bit more. If I can make it spicy but hella good, then I think it's going to be fine.
It's going to be fine... Probably.
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''Ugh...!''
''Blegh... So spicy...!''
''...I told you it's suspicious.''
Fuck.
Sitting across from me and holding their throats are Emy and her lively daughter, Stella. Elysia hasn't eaten yet—she's too good. Even though I tuned our daughters' portions down by quite a lot, it seems her tolerance is pathetically low.
I'm more surprised about Emy, though. I didn't think her spicy tolerance was this bad. Now that I think about it, the last time we ate spicy food, I remember her not using the sauce for the chicken wings at all. With me joining the crew, I guess this is why Stella is practically dying over there.
''Here, have some milk...''
It's my divine power-infused milk. I briefly considered letting them suck directly, but that'll surely cause tingling in those areas for a while, so no. In any case, after downing nearly half the cup, they breathe out in relief.
''Hah... It was good, though!'' Stella exclaims.
''Mhm.'' Emy nods.
''Really...?'' Elysia raises an eyebrow. ''Rather, Mama Sylvia. You eat too.''
''Eh?''
As if accusing me, all three of them stare at me menacingly, forcing me to pick up the spoon and suffer with them. In truth, I'm quite reluctant now that the dish is here...
''F-Fine! We'll all eat together!''
A gruesome thirty minutes ensues, and now, we look no different from a bunch of pufferfish: red, swollen lips, puffed-up eyes from crying, burning noses.
'''' ... ''''
Let's not do this ever again. Um.
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''Sylvia...!''
''Ngha...! E-Emy! Hug me!''
Drowned in the intense heat, Emy and I spend our passionate night in the bedroom. Pouncing on me with her rushed hip, she wraps her arms around my neck, taking a decisive bite near my collarbone—near the numerous others that he has taken.
As soon as I feel her teeth sinking into my skin, a wave of pain gushes over my whole body, adding to the ecstasy of having my beloved's thing buried deep inside me.
''Hgn...!''
Stubbornly, Emy clings to my flesh, like a beast not wanting to release its prey, and upon covering my entirety with her scent, she gets even more aggressive. She begins to exert even more strength, ramming my body to the bed as though her life depended on it.
With each thrust, my whole being shakes as it gets dragged around helplessly. Even though my little sack is repeatedly being squashed down, the more she does it, the more my mind succumbs to her violence—such is the life of a masochist.
Soon enough, I can feel a hot current blowing inside me as Emy keeps grinding my folds to obediency.
''Hah... Hah...''
''Phew...''
Even when it's over, Emy refuses to let go of me. She turns her attention to my fully exposed chest and promptly takes a bite of the left cherry, pressing her succulent lips onto the areola while closing her teeth on the nip. A ticklish yet pleasurable sensation spreads as I close my eyes, enjoying the secureness and warmth when Emy hugs me this tightly.
It's insane how I still feel this fulfilled even if I've been done thousands of times—over and over. I guess it's a good quality to have for the 'Goddess of Sex.'
Still, it's been a month. It's about time I want something more... Kinky.
Emy is by far the most 'vanilla' lover I have, yet that doesn't mean she does not have spicy tastes. For one, I can't help but love her possessiveness and beast-like manner sometimes.
But for now...
''...Emy.''
''Mhm?''
''Can you do me like how Liana would?''
''...''
A bit hesitant, Emy buries her face in my cleavage before finally rising to her feet, unplugging my lower lips. Immediately, I also get into position, kneeling before her exquisite, long legs and that divine rod.
As I press my forehead onto the bedsheet, an immoral kind of pleasure runs through my nerves, making me involuntarily clench my lower half. A gulp of that hot, musky liquid drops onto the bed through the abruptly closed passage. My lips tremble with excitement, and they can't help but curl up.
''Thank you... For impregnating this lowly slut with your precious, precious semen...'' I utter, my voice on the verge of breaking.
''...''
Waiting in silence, a terribly potent sensation akin to that of electricity zaps my womb as if to reward me for being a grateful slave. Soon enough, a cold feeling falls onto the back of my head, and I can feel my forehead being pressed down even more.
''Hgn...!''
A slow, silent ejaculation ensues. My cum mixed with hers are, unfortunately, being pushed out even more. It's such a waste...
Not sure if I want to compensate or simply my dirty desire, I grab her foot, which is dominating me whole, and lift it a bit. Then, I begin to slowly, respectfully press my lips onto her round toe, slowly working my way to her ankle and her calf before feeling as though I am overstepping my place—so I kneel down, forehead meeting the bedsheet again.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit...!
This feels so forbidden, yet immensely satisfying... I might not be able to recover afterward...
As happy as I am, I know for a fact that Emy will not be pleased with such trivial actions from me. Even if the one and only elf princess, the precious saint of the world and an apprentice deity, is pledging absolute obedience to her, her desire will not be quenched.
After all, if she is the same Emilia Campbell that I know...
''Ahn~!''
Suddenly, her foot switches its position, this time pressing directly on my higher back. A faint mana fluctuation can be felt behind me, and soon enough, two slender palms find themselves squeezing my round butt.
Ah... It's a gangbang now.
